Darren sat in his cold car in the suburban office park realizing that the battery was probably getting low as he listened to the ball game on the radio, but kept it switched on anyway. His Japanese class still had another twenty minutes before it started and then he would walk in and snap his mind into language learning mode.
After a tough day of conference calls and excel worksheets, it was a painful transition. He had considered dropping the class and probably wouldn't continue after this semester since he was doing it just for fun. However, there was one person keeping him hanging on ...
Of course, thinking about this intermediate level teacher in the adjacent class-room was getting him rock hard.
I am sure I am not the only guy who feels this way
he thought as he listened to the home team start to pull away towards half-time. He knew that her name was Asami, he saw it posted on the org chart the school hung near the waiting area.
This teacher was pretty new to the school and the only teacher there that caught his eye. She looked to be in her early thirties or so, but could be a few years younger. She is probably very new to America - her husband is probably here on a job transfer from Japan for a year or two. Instead of being bored at home all day, she is working in the language school. Good for her.
Darren remembered the first time he saw her back in August. He had walked up to the door to wait for the class to wrap as it customarily does with a goodbye from the teacher to the students. Her back was turned to her class as she prepared some hand-outs. Her pleasant voice was instructing the students in some follow along activity.
Darren, however was immediately wide-eyed at the sight of her nicely shaped ass - sticking out as she bent over the table. Her slacks were on the tight side and he could almost see the outline of her panties. He enjoyed the view just long enough to avoid her sensing it then broke away and chatted for a minute with another student in his class - an Indian guy with an amazing sense of humor.
That ass!
Darren was thinking while he small-talked with the other guy. He imagined giving it to her doggy style, both his hands cupping those gorgeous tight buns as he thrusted and grinded inside her ....
He heard the teacher saying the final class dismissal in Japanese and said goodbye to the other students. He walked back to the classroom door. He and the teacher both made eye contact for the first time. Wow. A cute face with the perfect amount of subtle sexiness in her features that caused him to start getting aroused. He sensed in that split second that she was attracted to him as well. Her rich brown eyes gazed at him and she smiled. She had a contemporary hair style, appropriate for her age and slightly curled. Of medium height, she was slim but not rail thin. An overall attractive package. She then turned back to the class and interacted with them as they filed out of the classroom.
Darren smiled but did not speak to her. He walked out the door to the car and did they drive home - he could have done it eyes closed.
Well five minutes to go ...
thought Darren as he prepared to get out of the car and go in. The game was at halftime now. All week he had been fantasizing about moving something forward with the teacher - somehow. At work that afternoon, he had written his cell number and LINE ID on the back of his business card and then drew a smiley face. He wrote a short blurb
"Let's chat sometime!"
He held the card in his hand. He felt queasy about actually handing it to her.
This could totally blow up in his face
, thought Darren. The humiliation of this woman telling other teachers or even the school master would be too much to bear. He could never show his face there again.
Watching the clock in his car strike the class dismissal time, he placed the business card in his shirt breast pocket, grabbed his phone and lifted himself up and out of his car. Walking toward the door, he had a sense of dread mixed with excitement. He wasn't yet sure what he was going to do or say.
Asami was thrilled about this opportunity to live in the U.S.. Her husband, a design manager at a tech company had been transferred to the USA for a two year assignment. About ten years prior, when she was still a university student near Tokyo, she had done a two month summer ESL course in California. She lived with a host family. She enjoyed her time and squeezed as much travel as she could into her short time here.
There was one thing she didn't get a chance to experience that she wishes she had ...
having a foreigner boyfriend
. Her ESL class was made up mainly of Asians and a few girls from Eastern Europe. She was at least hoping for some European guy she might be able to hang out with. Mostly, she was hoping to meet a local American guy. She got so busy with her travel, studies, home-stay family activities and her female friends from ESL that it just didn't happen. They went to some nightclubs a few times, but no real connections were made. She met her current husband a year after graduating from university and they got married a year later.
After that, she worked and eventually had their first child. Life went on as normal in Japan. So, she put the idea to the back of her mind.
Fast forward to today and her she is in America! Working as a teacher at the language school isn't what she expected all those years ago during her daydreams .. but things were good. She had a family, a network of friends ... and a certain something else.
Over the past few months, she had developed a bit of a secret crush on one of the students who came to the beginning class once per week. He didn't talk a lot, seemed to always be in a hurry - but he had a sweet smile, nice eyes and was tall. He was a nice looking guy, kind of the "boy next door" type. She often thought, if she had a boyfriend back in those carefree years as an ESL student, it hopefully would have been someone like him.
She thought about him often, anticipating the next time he would come in. She hoped for his eye contact, his smile. She sensed that he found her attractive, but he was mostly reserved around her. That's understandable and she appreciated that he wasn't a creepy guy leering at her.
Another day of class.
This is the first day of the rest of your pleasure
he joked to himself, wincing inside at his own lack of humor. Darren waved and said hi to the office manager on his way toward the hall that led to his class-room. He felt strange, like every adult in the school knew what he had on his mind and it made him feel like a sleazeball. He walked down the hall and saw the usual cordon of students and staff, chatting in Japanese and waiting for the class to break. He nodded and smiled. He felt odd, like some big American oaf and feared putting his foot in his mouth or worse.
As was his usual, he glanced into the classroom. The students were in their seats and the teacher stood in front of them, speaking to them in Japanese.
Darren and her made eye contact as usual, she smiled and looked back to her class. Darren noted that she looked particularly good today. He could see in her eyes, what he hoped to see on this day of all days, a steady, confident gaze.
This was the day, now or never
. He removed the business card from his chest pocket and rotated it around in his fingers like a pitcher settling his fingers on a delivery.
There is no going back from this ... whatever happens,
Darren thought. A cacaphony of doubts and outcomes filled his head. He steeled himself.
He stepped a bit back from the doorway and waited as she finished the dismissal for the day. The students began filing out, while Darren worked his way into the class-room. His daughter showed him some artwork she had made that day. He praised her for it and helped her collect her backpack. She told him she had to go to the bathroom. He said ok, he would wait here for her.
Darren moved across the room towards the teacher as she was collecting some papers.
"Asami sensei," said Darren.
She turned in surprise and smiled. "I think I haven't introduced myself before," I am Darren.
"Hajimimashite," said Asami with a glowing smile. Her eyes were shining - warm, brown, inviting and so mesmerizing to Darren.
"Appreciate everything you do here!"
She smiled again and laughed. "It's my pleasure even though I am not your teacher". They both laughed.
"Maybe next year," said Darren.
He reached his hand out with his business card and handed it to her. "Always in a hurry, maybe we can chat sometime."
She looked surprised and accepted his card. She stared at it and back up at Darren. Wide-eyed, she smiled nervously and laughed.
